Bang...
The immense force from the kasaya slammed toward He Pingsheng.
Beside He Pingsheng, the Ghost King he had summoned had yet to disappear.
He flew into the air and blocked most of the monk's attack.
Yet a small portion of the force still struck the Flying Boat, only to be blocked by Zhou Qingmei.
The group was blasted onto a nearby mountain.
Even the Silver River Flying Shuttle was sent flying.
Fortunately, He Pingsheng had already refined the Silver River Flying Shuttle, and he retrieved it with a wave of his hand.
"Pfft... pfft, pfft, pfft..."
Zhou Qingmei spat out several mouthfuls of blood. "Master, I can't take any more. This bastard is too powerful. He was the one who wounded me five hundred years ago!"
"Return!"
With a wave of his hand, He Pingsheng took out the Primordial Purple Gold Staff and drew Zhou Qingmei and her clone into his Magical Treasure's space together.
There was no helping it!
Zhou Qingmei was a ghostly being and feared the Daoist Laws of the Buddhist Path.
"Flap, flap, flap..."
The red kasaya gradually shrank, flapping in the winds high above before slowly settling over the monk's upper body.
The monk took a step and landed opposite He Pingsheng.
Rather than attack again, he gave He Pingsheng a deeply devout Buddhist salute. "Amitabha..."
"This humble monk had no intention of killing just now!"
"I merely did not wish to let that ghostly creature escape!"
"I see that you are no practitioner of an evil path, benefactor. Please hand this Corpse Fiend over to this humble monk!"
"Amitabha!"
Venerable Bright Moon extended his right hand toward He Pingsheng. The red kasaya slid down his arm, revealing skin as white as jade.
Several streaks of golden light flashed from his arm, accompanied by